Fat Joe:My Lifestyle Lyrics

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(Y'all wanna live my lifestyleNever seen a brick, never seen a crackhouseWanna a war with the Don have your techs outBring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta)

{*Lapses over*}Yeah... ughh... right back at you motherfuckers... ughh... yeah...

Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?I've seen some good men get blown over G-packsIn the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clapAnd live niggaz get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life's legendaryIf I wrote down all in a book it would be very scaryWhat you know 16 be missin' BenzesRope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendousMe and my niggaz flip holes in bitchesBack then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitchesA-YO, you can ask dapadan who was the manBack in 88, every other week tricked 30 grandEven my bitches wore Gucci and LouieMy peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw meExit the club, about to cruise up the block nowWith the taj, stay frontin' with top downSee me in that new thing with my fianceeAss so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE"Don't blame me, blame them, the white folkFor giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flowWhoa

(Chorus: repeat 2X)Y'all wanna live my lifestyleNever seen a brick, never seen a crackhouseWanna a war with the Don have your techs outBring it on, and I'm show you gangsta

[Verse 2] {*lapse over chorus*}Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damageHe got his shit rocked 'cause he didn't pay homageIt's the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shitHeard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bidJoey Crack is, the most officialToke the pistol for those who appose the issueI hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe meI could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHEDAnd that sucks, ain't nobody could fuck with thisBullet shook could make you take a bucket of pissFor runnin' your lipsGot the fifth stuck in your ribs, don't make me...Splash your lungs right in front of your kidsI'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard spaceOr I'ma have your ass erasedI'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shitBut still don't get enough propsAll I hear is "Gangsta" you ain't build like thatDon't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your capI'm from crills to crackYou've been dealin' with rapYou ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealing your actWhat the fuck

(Chorus: repeat 2X)Y'all wanna live my lifestyleNever seen a brick, never seen a crackhouseWanna a war with the Don have your techs outBring it on, and I'm show you gangsta